Lydia occasionally found jobs for her free hours, and she had never yet wanted.

She was strong, her health had scarcely ever given her a day's uneasiness; there never came to her a fear lest bread should fail.

But Thyrza could not take life as she did.

It was not enough for that imaginative nature to toil drearily day after day, and year after year, just for the sake of earning a livelihood.

In a month she would be seventeen; it was too true, as she had said to-night, that she was no longer a child.